


Patience is Virtue

by Anonymous



Category: HLVRAI - Fandom, Half-Life VR But The AI Is Self Aware
Genre: Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, First Time With Eachother, M/M, Movie Night, New Relationship, Semi-Public Sex, Sex in a Car, clear consent
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-12-18
Updated: 2020-12-18
Packaged: 2021-03-11 05:14:24
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,132
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28159614
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/
Summary: Tommy can read Darnold like an open book. His mannerisms are so painfully telling and every stumble over words, every fidget of his hands, every quick glance away when they’re working together all points to the very obvious signs of a crush. His feelings aren’t unreturned, but there’s no fun in telling people how you feel.
Relationships: Tommy Coolatta/Darnold
Comments: 2
Kudos: 36
Collections: Anonymous





	Patience is Virtue

**Author's Note:**

> Because this fandom has problems with this: This is a nsfw fic and if you are any less than 18 years old you shouldn't be reading it point blank period. These characters are both middle aged adults having consensual sex and that's that. Anywho I literally worked on this forever so I really hope you enjoy! I read over it a few times and didn't catch any spelling errors so if there are, well... good luck charlie

Tommy can read Darnold like an open book. His mannerisms are so painfully telling and every stumble over words, every fidget of his hands, every quick glance away when they’re working together all points to the very obvious signs of a crush. His feelings aren’t unreturned, but there’s no fun in telling people how you feel. He’s a patient man. He’s been patient though for months- almost a full year now actually, and Darnold hasn’t so much as allowed himself to accept invitations to dinner. Tommy could say he’s succeeded in getting Darnold to go for lunch with him, but he supposes there’s no possible way to pass off eating microwaved beef merlot at a foldable plastic table as a date. 

Tommy has been aching for _something_ real for quite some time, and although yes, he is patient, maybe Darnold just needs a gentle push. 

Darnold obviously wants to say something- the shift is coming to a close and his eyebrows are knitted in a vague concentration. Words form at his lips but stop before coming to any fruition, and Tommy lets him take his time. Finally, something comes out. 

“Long day huh?” Oh Darnold, you were so close.

Tommy beams though, because it’s clear he’s trying. Maybe he just needs some motivation?

“Yeah, as always. Do you have anyth- anything planned for the weekend?” Tommy pitched a slow ball, just for him, and hoped to god Darnold caught it this time. 

After a quick internal struggle, the other responded. “Well nothing much other than tending to the garden at some point.”

Tommy tried not to sigh. “How is the garden anyway? You were breeding… what did you call them? The fruit ones?”

Darnold’s lips quirk upwards at the question. “Well the name is a work in progress, but I was thinking something like: Liemons.” Darnold made a showy gesture to accentuate the name, but Tommy couldn’t help feeling unaffected. “But…” Tommy started, brows furrowed in confusion, “They- I thought you were breeding berries. Did you change it?” 

Darnold pressed his lips in a tight line. “No. Well- I couldn’t get the strawberries to taste peachy so I ended up focusing on the lemon tree- It’s- they’re supposed to be a lemon-lime hybrid that takes the appearance of a lemon, but actually tastes like a lime. So it’s _lie_...ming. Liemoning. Get it?”

Tommy chuckled at the struggle it took to explain such a simple concept, and pat Darnold on the shoulder. “It’s not a very good name, but you’ll get there. Do you have-... are you doing anything else this weekend?” Tommy asked again, trying to push the point that if his schedule was open, they should make plans. 

This time it seemed like the point got through. “That’s really all, but I’m assuming you have something planned?” Darnold prodded.

“Well there’s a new movie out. I’ve wanted- been wanting to see it and if you wanted to come along, there’s a showing tonight. I can drive.”

Darnold’s expression changes, a hint of sheepishness within it as he mulls over the offer in his head. “Of course, yeah, uh- what time?” 

He ended up having to do all the work, but then again he always did. Darnold, bless his soul, didn’t have much of a spine when it came to acting on… anything, really. The man was as passive as could be and when he did hypothetically speak about things he’d like to do it was all talk. It was just as endearing as it was painful to watch. 

Tommy expressed the details and managed to get Darnold to agree to 9:30 that night, since it gave both of them plenty of time to clean off from the work day and freshen up. He told Darnold about the basic plot of the film on their way out of the building and after that was small talk until they had to part ways at the parking lot.

When Tommy opened his car, he buckled himself in and simply took a moment to breathe and grip the leg of his pants. Finally. It wasn’t even that hard and yet his heart felt fast and violent in his chest, and it took a few breathing exercises to get himself to properly calm down. 

Darnold on the other hand was unable to suppress his nerves so easily. He drove home, hyper focused on the afternoon looming ahead of him more than the music that was playing at a barely audible volume. Is this a date? Did he agree to a date? Darnold tried to recount their conversation and sift through the words, trying to find clear meaning in it. Surely… no. No, no that’s not right, Tommy wouldn’t have asked like that if it was, and aren’t dates like… things that you do after you actually start dating someone? He remembered in college being in a relationship with a girl who he didn’t take on dates until after they were established. But… I mean who knows if that’s the right thing to do, there’s a reason he’s not married. Surely they didn’t break up because he didn’t take her to the movies before they were in a relationship but I mean maybe that was a breadcrumb trail to the bigger problem. 

Either way, this isn’t a date. This is two friends, two coworkers at that, who are having a friendly meetup for a fun night of poking plot holes in some space movie. Just a… fun… little get together. He wouldn’t rationalize why he still took a shower and shaved his face, or why it took him an extra ten minutes to decide what he should wear, or why he bothered to rub cologne on his wrists.

When Tommy texts that he's on his way, there's a tightness in his throat. Maybe this is just two coworkers hanging out after work, but that doesn't change how stupidly nervous he is about this. Even if Tommy doesn't reciprocate, he has feelings for him. To what degree he isn't sure, but he does know that every time Tommy flashes a smile at him his heart melts, and every time their bodies brush together when he tries to get by in the small lab they work in, a burn starts in Darnold's cheeks and threatens to spread to other places. That's what makes this so difficult. 

When Tommy picks him up, he's climbing into the passenger seat and making himself comfortable as Tommy turns down the radio, and gives him a grin and greeting that could light the whole night. For as nervous as he was about this, the more they talked on the way, the more the stress just seemed to melt off his shoulders. 

Tommy had insisted that he pays for the tickets and the snacks, but there was no way in hell Darnold was letting that happen. He knew how stupidly jacked up the theater prices were and he also knew better than anyone how much Tommy gets paid… mostly because they have the same damn job and he couldn’t see Tommy having much time for any kind of side gigs. So, after some arguing they finally settled on Tommy buying the food and Darnold handling the tickets. 

They had just walked up to the concessions and got in line and Tommy was already pointing at the menu board and making a noise that Darnold could only describe as a first grader’s disgust. 

“A 25 dollar- a meal box for _that much_ and it comes with popcorn, chips, a hot dog, and _dried banana chips_. First of- okay why have two kinds of chips, and why banana chips that doesn’t- nothing goes with that. Right?” Tommy sputtered, obviously astonished that AMC would have the audacity to pull something like that. For shame, AMC. 

Darnold thought about that for a moment and decided that yes, that is one of the stranger food combinations he’s seen, especially being sold at a movie theater. “Yeah that’s… that’s exceptionally weird, and why would you include three junk food options and throw in some strange attempt at saving some calories by making the last one banana chips. That’s a crime. Just make it nachos that doesn’t make any sense.” 

“It doesn’t.” Tommy agreed, a hint of offense in his voice. Why he was getting so worked up about a gross value meal at the theater concessions Darnold didn’t know, but regardless, he couldn’t help but find it endearing. 

“Speaking of banana chips though, have you ever had banana and peanut butter popcorn?” Darnold asked, and the face Tommy made immediately made him feel the need to explain. “No, no it’s like- It’s good you just- you get popcorn, like good made from scratch popcorn, and you make a peanut butter sauce with the peanut butter and agave, get a little vanilla in there, right? Then you toss it over your popcorn and sprinkle some like chopped banana chips on there, man it’s so damn good. _That’s_ a proper use for banana chips.” 

Tommy looked at him, mouth hanging open in an over dramatic display of disgust, and shook his head. “Okay well I’m picking the popcorn toppings then because that- _that*_ is a crime- that’s definitely way worse than just eating them separate from a hotdog.”

Darnold didn’t even have the time to defend his taste buds- now the line had moved along and they were next up. Tommy orders a large regular popcorn with the butter layered on and an icee for himself, and lets Darnold get his own drink as well, suggesting they just share. The bucket is probably big enough that they could both have plenty to spare, so Darnold’s more than happy with just that. 

Darnold lets Tommy get his icee first once they grab their food and to his surprise, he skips the coke and fills his cup with nothing but sugary pina colada. Meanwhile, Darnold opts for the same thing he’s gotten his whole life when faced with the option of getting one icee or mixing some together- and that’s to fill it half with the coke flavor and half with cherry. It’s the only way to do it. 

“Hey I’ll forgive you for whatever awful popcorn flavor you usually eat if you let me try your icee.” Tommy offered, already holding out his hand. 

“You sure? Just like that and I’m pardoned huh?”

“Well we’ll see if this sucks too, but maybe.” Tommy shrugged. 

Darnold gives Tommy his drink before he even finishes talking, and watches as the other takes a sip. There’s a contemplating look on his face, and eventually he nods in approval and hands it back. “Pardoned. Want some of mine?” Tommy offers, and for whatever reason Darnold can’t bring himself to accept. Not because of the flavor or the fact that that’s Tommy’s drink and he doesn’t want to deprive him of a sugar rush by taking some of it or anything like that. No, it’s because Tommy already fucking put his mouth on it. And he was planning on wiping his straw discreetly, but he knows Tommy won’t and as stupid as it may sound, he can’t help how much that feels like some kind of indirect kiss.

So, he put a polite hand up and declined, and when Tommy turned to lead the way, Darnold pulled on his own sleeve, but stopped himself just short of touching his straw. He doesn’t… really want to wipe it off. He had every intention of doing it, but now that he was going to, he just doesn’t want to. So, he doesn’t, and instead puts his mouth up to it and takes a sip of his own. He can’t taste the chapstick he knows Tommy wears or anything like that, but he knows his mouth was there, and that’s knowledge enough to bring a bit of heat to his cheeks. 

They make their way to the theater and take their seats, and after they get settled and whisper throughout the commercials, all of this feels remarkably normal. Darnold doesn’t feel the prickle of nerves start in his hands when Tommy leans in to talk about movies they should definitely go see when they come out, and he doesn’t feel quite as sure he’s about to die when he leans in to do the same. Soon the lights dim, and Darnold’s attention is pulled to the screen. 

At least, it is for a while. About thirty minutes in Tommy’s coming in extra close to complain about the way that there’s no possible way alien life could survive on the planet the characters landed on, and all Darnold can focus on is the breath against his ear. He doesn’t dare tell Tommy to stop in fear of hurting his feelings, but there are butterflies in his gut and a heat traveling from his face, lower, and every time Tommy does it that heat only burns brighter. This isn’t a date. This is a normal… a normal outing with a coworker and friend, and he needs to stop feeling like he’s about to burst just because Tommy keeps whispering in his ear. It’s unprofessional. It’s obscene. It’s so… fucking hot. It’s warm and Tommy’s voice gets lower in an effort to keep quiet, and Darnold can just imagine the vibrations on…

Nowhere. God. He’s getting hard. The theater is dark and everyone’s attention is averted but he’s hard and he’s in public and Darnold is nervous that his friend is going to notice. Why would he? He doubts the other could see, but God, what if? As if the world heard his prayer, another thirty or so minutes went by without Tommy being in his space. He simply watched the movie, sitting perfectly beside him, and now Darnold was simply having a hard time focusing for different reasons. 

Darnold couldn’t keep his eyes off him. He’d watch the screen and none of the words would sink in, and he’d find himself glancing over and watching Tommy chew on popcorn and focus on the movie. Well- at first they were glances, but they slowly developed into stares. Watching. Wanting to do something, anything, but not knowing what. And eventually, he forces himself to look away. 

It isn’t long before he sees Tommy lean in out of the corner of his eye, and without peeling his eyes away from the screen Darnold moves closer, expecting some kind of commentary. Tommy’s voice is quiet but surprisingly stern in his ear. 

“ _What are you waiting for?_ ” 

Those words make his chest nearly cave in. Darnold’s heart is in his throat for a thousand reasons at once and his hands threaten to shake at the mere thought of what Tommy was insinuating. Why? He’s wanted to do something for so damn long and here Tommy is with an open invitation and he’s still terrified to take it. Darnold hesitates, battling his own brain, but ultimately forces himself forward. And finally, _finally_ he makes the connection.

It’s warm. It’s so excruciatingly warm, and tangibly comforting, and Darnold _melts._ Whatever stupid nonsensical climax was happening in front of them didn’t hold a candle to what he was experiencing right now. Tommy’s hand slid up his face, nimble fingers holding his cheek, and it took everything in Darnold not to whimper against his lips. 

Tommy tilts his head to get a better angle, to dig deeper, and Darnold lets him. Slick tongue swipes against his lower lip, and takes the opportunity to slide in once it’s able. Darnold finds his hands reaching, grasping for something to hold onto, and finds solace in the fabric of Tommy’s shirt. His head is full of static when Tommy pulls away, and there’s very little breath between them before the space is closed again. Every touch sends electricity up Darnold’s spine, especially when the contact travels from his face to the inside of his thigh. The moment he feels it, Darnold can’t help the strangled noise that comes out of him. 

“Are you okay?” Tommy hums against him. 

“Never better.” Darnold responds, and presses against him once more. The noise drowns out around them, and hands grope and grab where they please. He only stops again when Tommy’s palm flattens against the crotch of his pants. It’s dizzying how badly he wants to see how far Tommy would go- how he’d go about touching him so intimately in a place where anyone looking could find them. But, as exciting as the notion was, it was a bit too exciting for Darnold to stomach. 

When he pulls away again, Darnold has to restrain himself from speaking up too loud. “I want-... I think we should go. Beat the crowd.” He explains, and the look Tommy gives him shows that he took the hint. 

They fumbled their way out of the theater, trying not to disturb those who were actually there to see the ending. Darnold followed Tommy mindlessly, his head feeling cloudy and warm. It was an emptiness he missed when anxiety began to creep into his mind the closer they got to the parking lot. Darnold has _thought_ about this before- don’t get him wrong. There have been countless nights where he’s jacked off thinking about Tommy, but his mind was never able to come up with a clear picture. It always felt too invasive, too intimate to visualize any specific scenario. The point of the fantasies were that his dick was buried in his long time friend, but the lead-up and details were lost to shame. 

But now… fuck.

_Now_ his mind was being overrun with imagery. He could picture Tommy under him, face flushed and mouth hanging open in a delicate ‘o’. He could feel the heat on his skin, and hear the need in Tommy’s voice when he moans his name, and- Jesus christ Darnold hopes to god his hard-on isn’t noticeable. Next thing he knew, Tommy was opening the back door to his jeep and letting Darnold crawl in first. He had been so prepared to take the lead, but a palm pressed into his chest and pushed Darnold back against the cloth seats. Tommy leaned over him, and suddenly his fantasies were turned upside down. 

With a quiet confirmation that things were still okay, Tommy sucked kisses into the side of Darnold’s neck. He let out an undignified noise when a hot tongue lathed against the muscle, and a hand smoothed up the thin fabric of his shirt. At the second pass, the fingers hooked against the hem and pushed, revealing a soft stomach that Tommy didn’t hesitate to mark up just as avidly. 

Darnold’s head felt like it was spinning. Were they going too fast? This couldn’t be right- I mean they just went to the movies together and he couldn't connect the dots that led them both to this very moment. Not that he doesn’t want this to happen, whatever _this_ is. It’s just that he couldn’t believe one moment he was complaining about the treatment of space in sci-fi movies, and the next- well…

The next moment here he is, laying in the backseat of Tommy’s car and trying to figure out what to do with his hands as Tommy fumbles with Darnold’s belt buckle. The metal clinks against itself as his belt is pulled through the loop, and Tommy works at the buttons and zipper before pulling everything down altogether. Darnold didn’t know what he expected out of this, but the sudden exposure somehow still surprised him. He hissed in a breath as his pants were pulled down to the ankle. 

“Wait, let me- hold on.” Darnold mumbled, lifting himself by his elbows and reaching down to wrestle the shoes off his feet so that his pants could continue following suit. In the meantime, Tommy was crawling halfway to the front of the car, fingers straining to catch at the handle of the glove box and after a try or two, succeeding to do so. When he came back, it was with a small, white bottle of what he could only assume was lube, and a hand towel. Part of him wondered if Tommy took him to the movies because he couldn’t find any other way to ask if they could fuck. Although… that would make sense. The other little part hoped that this wasn’t just about getting in his pants. 

Not that he didn’t want this. No, right now he could set any complicated feelings aside and let Tommy push the inside of his thigh and settle between his legs. In fact, that was all he preferred to focus on right now. 

His mind zoned in on the hands that cut right to the chase, palming him through a thin layer of underwear. His hips raised, trying to meet that hand in the middle and get some extra pressure. It wasn’t long before the last bit of clothing restraining his dick was removed, and it was as embarrassing to be exposed as it was relieving. Tommy grasped his dick, stroking him much too slowly. It was more of a tease than anything, and Darnold couldn’t even express how badly he wanted more. 

Darnold cursed under his breath, leaning his head back and screwing his eyes shut as Tommy worked him, and when he stopped, it was hard not to complain. The other sits back, opens the bottle of lube, and squeezes it onto two fingers before rubbing them against his entrance. “Is this fine?” He asks, and all he needs is a nod before beginning to press them in. Darnold sucks in a breath, not used to being penetrated like this. It didn’t hurt, which was always good, but it did feel… strange. Tommy quietly worked to get each finger down to the knuckle with ease, and once the resistance was gone, he was getting himself ready. 

Darnold didn’t even realize how long they’d both been quiet until Tommy said something about it. “You okay?” He asked. “You look spaced out.” 

“Yeah I’m- yeah, it’s just a lot. Like it’s good but…” Darnold laughed, breathy and put a hand over his face. “Going from nothing to everything all at once is hard to keep up with if that makes sense. But it feels good, this is… I want this.” God having to straight up say that he’s rusty and he’s having trouble keeping up mentally with everything was so fucking embarrassing, but he didn’t want to stop just for that. He’s been such a coward about making a move on Tommy and now that he’s laying in the back of the other’s car and literally about to get fucked there was no way he could stop this now. 

“Okay, well just… relax, I’ll make it easy.” Tommy said, and situated himself before pressing against Darnold’s entrance.

It was too dark to see, but he could feel that Tommy was big. Maybe he isn’t really, maybe it’s the simple fact that being fucked by anything when you aren’t used to it makes it feel big, but whatever the case, the effect was the same. Tommy is met with little resistance, and once his hips press against the back of Darnold’s thighs and he tucks both hands under his knees to push his legs up and out of the way, Tommy pulls back out again. 

The rhythm he sets is slow, simply testing the waters and carefully maneuvering his way toward a pace Darnold is comfortable with. At first he simply feels nice and full and stretched, but once Tommy starts to really rock his hips and thrust with purpose, there’s a bud of pleasure blooming inside him and making his dick twitch. 

The car rocks with them. It creaks and moans gently under the weight of their movements, but not enough to be distracting. Just enough to add to the gentle noises of skin meeting skin and breath beginning to get harder to catch. 

Tommy lets out a moan first, leaning his head back and then back down again to look right at him. His lips are barely parted, and his eyes begin to close, and Darnold feels free to stare hazily at the other’s face. He really is a beautiful man. He’s aged well and perfectly his type- everything from his jawline to the slope of his shoulders is soft, gentle, and here and there lay scattered freckles and beauty marks that Darnold’s never had the opportunity to see before. Fuck, he can barely see it now under the dim light of a nearby street lamp, but he does, and commits it to memory. 

Darnold doesn’t have the capacity to hold his voice back. Every whimper and hitched moan is unfiltered, pouring from his lips like a forgotten tap. Tommy arches over him and adjusts in a way that, when he snaps his hips, makes Darnold feel static in his belly. His hands fumble upwards, arms hooking around Tommy’s neck and pulling him even closer. 

“Shit-” Darnold breathes, and for a moment he looks up at the man above him. Tommy’s eyes meet his, and his brain forces him to look away. He hadn’t thought of it before, but suddenly Darnold is wondering what he must look like from that angle. Is he making a dumb face? Is he being too loud? Should he be doing something else with his hands? Darnold leans his head to the side and faces the back of the seat in an effort to hide himself. The only response he gets is Tommy coming even closer and sucking kisses into the side of his exposed neck. Darnold can feel his breath, hot and needy against his skin, and when Tommy does pull away it’s to whisper into his ear.   
  
“You feel- you’re so _good_ Darnold.”

That makes the hairs on the back of Darnold’s neck stand on end, a new wave of heat washing over his face.   
  
“Yeah?” Darnold asks absentmindedly, and without missing a beat Tommy answers.

“ _Yeah_.” 

It’s punctuated, final, and Darnold has no choice but to believe him. 

Only then does Darnold allow his brain to really relax, and as they continue on the heat in his belly swells. Darnold isn’t able to control what comes out of his mouth when he edges closer, but his body stiffens and he lets out some heavily slurred warning that he isn’t sure Tommy could even understand. He does though- it’s evident in the way that his hips slam into him harder, more desperately than before, and the way his head dips to rest in the space beside Darnold’s, and he hears Tommy whine something that only makes this unbearable heat worse. 

“Oh my god-” Tommy gasps, and his hand tightens on Darnold’s shoulder, his movements becoming stammered and uneven. Tommy’s free hand grips at the base of Darnold’s dick, and he flicks his wrist, helping him chase that high they’re both so close to. 

Darnold bites his lip to try and keep from being too loud when he cums, but Tommy makes it hard with the way he pumps his dick and doesn’t bother to stop right away. No, instead he lets his hand milk out everything Darnold has to offer before leaving it to twitch against his stomach. Tommy’s pace eventually stops, and Darnold can feel the way the other shakes as he settles his weight against him. Darnold pushes a hand through Tommy’s hair and then back down the nape of his neck as they lay and simply catch their breath. 

He finally got what he’s been so desperately wanting for so long, and finally here they are, cuddling after fucking in the back of Tommy’s car in a parking lot, and Darnold couldn’t even imagine it any other way. Sure Tommy could have invited him over, they could have had dinner and done this proper in his bed, but somehow… this feels right. Tommy pulls out after they both are able to calm down, ties off his condom and puts it in what sounds like a plastic bag. The towel from the glovebox came in handy, and Tommy made himself comfortable on the other side of the car while Darnold made himself decent again. 

“...So this was a date, right?” Darnold finally asked, shyness creeping into his voice. It was far too late to be shy, but telling himself that didn’t help nearly as much as he expected it to. 

Tommy looks at him, wide eyed at first, but then settling into something adjacent to concern. “Yeah… I mean I figured that was obvious.”

Oh. Right. Yeah, obvious. “Yeah- okay that’s fair. And when did uh- when did all this happen? Wanting this, I mean.” Darnold asked, hoping this came off more as genuine curiosity than an investigation. 

“Oh man, it had to have been- It was probably the beginning of this year, so eight or nine months? I was waiting for you to- to say something but It just never… you know. Happened. So I thought nudging you in the right direction was better. You wear your heart on your sleeve you know.” Tommy spoke, slow and careful as usual. 

“Do I?” 

“Yeah, you’re pretty easy to read.”

Darnold hummed. Easy to read. He supposes that should be embarrassing, but instead he actually feels a little relieved. This means Tommy has known for probably just as long that he has this stupid crush with no way to resolve it without feeling like he’s some kind of creep for wanting to fuck his friend. 

“Well I’m glad I tagged along.” Darnold said with a smile, and Tommy returned one as well. “I guess I should get home though, to shower and change and all that. We should do this again. Next time it’ll be my treat.” He offered, and slipped on his shoes before heading out to get into the front seat. Tommy did the same, agreeing that they should definitely hang out more often.

And it feels… nice. It feels good to finally be able to make plans with him without feeling like he’s stepping across some boundary and making things inappropriate. They ended up deciding on next friday, and after learning that Darnold didn’t learn how to skate, Tommy suggested going roller skating. Darnold wasn’t sure his body could take it if he fell on his ass, but Tommy assured him he wouldn’t let him fall, and that was as good of a promise as any.

Being dropped off at his house came all too soon, and before Darnold left, he considered kissing Tommy, but once again just… couldn’t. Maybe someday soon he could have the courage to initiate things, but until then Tommy was alright with stepping up every now and again. He’s alright with that. He’s perfectly fine with being patient.


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